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Enella - A Fairy Sue, Gunning for Ol' Blondie...
This is cross-posted from you-know-where...
Story Or Series Title: A Fairys Tale Enella The Star of the Sea
Fandom: Listen, my child! Do you hear the Tolkien rolling? Culprit Author's Name: lesleana
Full Name (plus titles if any): Enella, the Star of the Sea, just like the title says
Full Species(es): Crossbreed of Elf and Human, so naturally she's a Fairy
Hair Color (include adjectives): Brown
Eye Color (include adjectives): Dull Blue
Unusual Markings/Colorations: Not yet, but she's young
Special Possessions (if any): Nyet
Annoying Origin: Her Mom was a Sue, so I guess she inherited the job
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Arwen et al are raising her, Gandalf's her Grandaddy, Legolas will cut out his eyes if she asks him to.
Annoying Special Abilities: Confuses rudeness for wit
Other Annoying Traits: Doesn't like rain, reminds her of her twagic past, is longing for the sea...(I say we just drown her and get it over with)
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
"Once upon a time, there lived a girl, that in her own, far away world, would be considered 'normal' or even 'plain'. But this girl flew through time and stars getting a really nasty sunburn, from a different land and age, Los Angeles, to be here, where she found a new home under a bridge. This girl wanted to live in Middle Earth. So she did until we found her and killed her. She was named Sabrina, Elf of Another World. So that's what happened when the soap "Another World" went off the air!
"At first, everyone thought her as odd and eccentric and strangely different. Then we realized she was just another Mary Sue. But she befriended an elven princess-"
"Arwen!" Enella interrupted.
"Yes, Lady Arwen, quite against Arwen's will, I might add, and if you interrupt me again, I will refuse to tell you stories ever again. Now, anyway, But she befriended an elven princess and things began to brighten for her. She met an elven lord, named Celahir, the Obviously Stupid, whom she fell in love with. They were wed and had a baby girl, of elven kind, named Enella, the Star of the Sea.
"But one tragic, fateful, rainy day, since you know tragedy can never happen when the sun shines, there was a band of orcs, terrorizing nearby villages looking for rings and moisturizer. Celahir decided to aid. As he rode out, Sabrina followed to see him off. But suddenly, the orcs erupted from a patch of volcanos trees. The first orc struck down Sabrina, who died instantly in flames. In rage, Celahir fought down all the orcs. He collapsed to the ground, Sabrina in his arms. The rain cleared and he took his wife back home. The other elves did not know what to do. They were a bunch of Neanderthal Elves, with no conception of healing or going for help. Celahir was in a fretful state. He couldn't even look at the baby's smiling, giggling face without becoming heart broken. And that was how he died, a few nights later, as it began to storm. Yes, Enella, the baby giggled him to death. As he fell to the floor, the child cried out and lightning thundered. Then the storm retired. We think it's in Florida playing golf. And the baby, Enella, was left alone in the world."
"But I have a new father now."
"Yes, Eru help the poor sap. you will always have me, elfling. But I do not wish for you to forget your real father and real mother."
"No, Estel, I will not forget them."
"Good." He kissed her head, "Now go to sleep."
As he reached the door, the tiny voice called again, "Estel?"
He glanced back at Enella, "Yes?"
"Am I different?"
"You have no idea." he told her, as he softly shut the door. He was fully prescient of the disaster this child would bring upon them all. Yes."
46 Years Later I like a story that skips right along...
Enella's POV is going to be whiny, I warn you now.
I sat by the pond dipping my hand gently into the clear, gleaming water. I adored Rivendell, honestly. My room was covered with posters of the valley and Elrond, and all my gowns were in Rivendell's colours, purple and puce. It was my home. But I wanted to get away. I was growing tired to just living there. I wanted to explore. I wanted to get out. I sighed and stood up. I slipped on a rock and smashed my head. I was rendered unconcious.
"Enella?" I heard a voice call.
"Yes, Arwen?" I responded and shook the water off my hand.
"I told you not to go out so far, child," she cried and grabbed my wet hand, pulling me deeper into the water. "How am I going to make it look like an accident if you stay on the shore?" she hissed in my ear. from the bridge.
"Why? Do think I will run away?" I teased.
"One can only hope. Yes. Yes, I do." she replied wearily.
I was quite insulted and jerked my hand away.
"Why did you come for me anyway?"
"Estel has brought a guest that he would like you to meet."
"Another boring elfling to watch?" I mumbled.
She turned and cast me a cruel look. "Actually, he's a renowned assasin."
"What has gotten into you Enella? For the past week you have been such a rotten girl? What ever is the matter?" she questioned, truly sincere.
I sighed. "I want to get out Arwen. I need to leave."
"So what's stopping you? Rivendell is your home." Arwen asked, looking at me intently.
"Rivendell holds nothing for me. I need to travel."
"Yes, I understood that. What, do you need money? You are a child." she pulled out her purse.
"In a sense. But, Arwen, children need to grow up. I need to go, if only for awhile."
She looked into my eyes. I don't know what she saw there. Maybe she felt pity. Maybe she was sick of my attitude. It didn't really matter why to me at that moment.
She nodded. "Gandalf will be traveling to a small land soon. I must warn you, they're national anthem gets stuck in your head, and you find yourself singing, "it's a small world after all." But I digress. If he agrees, you have my permission to go with him."
"Honestly, Arwen?"
"Yes, but you must also promise to never return. ask Estel and Elrond."
"Thank you, Arwen!" I yelled and wrapped around my arms around her neck.
For the sake of all that is Green and Good in the world, I'm skipping over the introduction of Legolas. He's your standard 15 year old boy, and the list of quips they trade is truly stunning. From Legolas' "You're short" to Enella's "You're full of it", I was riveted. But alas, something must be cut.
Thus began the relationship of Legolas and Enella.
Legolas and I spent a great deal of time together. We had interests and ideas that were greatly alike such as our tats and piercings. We loved archery, reading, and most of all, smarting off. He also knew Gandalf and they were good friends. He, unlike myself, had siblings whom he adored. I just had siblings I hated. I could tell from the way he spoke of his sisters that he was a loving elf. And who knew they had all those mountains in the Mirkwood. Those few weeks before I left for my traveling, Legolas and I became best friends. with benefits.
One sprinkling, autumn day, Legolas and I were sitting in the supper hall. Everyone else was in the dining hall. Imladris is a big place, after all. The prince reached over and scooped a dish off my plate. I had been stacking the plates to take them back to the supper kitchen.
"Excuse you," I griped.
"Were you going to eat that?" he asked, pointing to a lump of an unidentified food, now on his spoon. It was qagh, served live.
"Get some off the tray," I mumbled. My mind was elsewhere. I was focusing on a sword match I was scheduled to have against Estel later on it the day.
"No I can't catch it, it crawls too fast, I'm not going to waste it. I might as well eat yours."
"How were you so sure I wasn't going to try it? It looks rather- lively" I peered at it again, "Eccentric."
"Doubt it. And you wouldn't have touched it."
"How are you so certain?"
"By the Valor, I just know. I'm gifted that way. You set it off to one side and pushed your knife into it. But you failed to kill it. That signals that you have finished." He shook his head. "You always do that."
I thought about it. Was he right? Did I truly do that? It had never occurred to me. It just occured to me that Legolas had terrible table manners, even for one of the Teleri.
He stood to leave.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"To get a pack of cigarettes" I just said I was going to pack. I must go back home now. My youngest brother was injured in a sword match." he said, looking at the ceiling.
"When are you coming back?"
"Before you depart with Gandalf."
"Positive?"
"I vow."
"If you must. Goodbye," I stood up and hugged him fondly. Legolas smelled of the trees of Mirkwood even though he'd been in Rivendell some weeks. Bathing was not his strong suit it appeared.. It was different but pleasant.
"I'm not dying I couldn't get that lucky."
"Unfortunately," I muttered. He grinned and backed out of the hall, leaving my eating habits a mystery.
That was all I could think about for the rest of the day. Table manners. During our match, Estel practically killed me twice because of my own stupid mistakes. It was humiliating for him. I was anxious for dinner so I could watch myself and observe if I did what Legolas claimed.
It was raining that night, as it had been for the most part of the week. I hated the rain. My mother and father had both died when it was raining. The rain was a sign of negativity. When rain came, it was bearing bad news. Or so I thought. It didn't help that every drop screamed out "Doom! Doom!"
That night I watched my eating style. It was as he said; at least that's how it ended. I only noticed after I, well, hadn't been paying attention. BANG! (Sorry, that was just my head hitting the desk again)
Arwen whispered to me, "Where is Legolas? What did you do with the body? Thranduil's going to start asking some pointed questions soon."
"He went home. He claimed he would be back soon. Not soon enough,"
"You miss him."
I nodded, "A great deal. No one else will listen to me or play gin rummy with me."
"Yes, I notice it. Oh, be careful, you're about to knock food off your plate. Never mind, it's just dessert, making a break for it."
I glanced down. The olives, my least favorite food, were plopping onto the table. He had noticed this? Did he really care to notice this? Nobody would care to notice this. Did he know every little detail about me?
I couldn't sleep at all later. I went to the library instead. As I glided through the shelves Ghost!Sue strikes again, to find a book that hit my fancy, I heard a commotion in the hall. I dashed to the door. I saw the Prince of Mirkwood there, dripping wet.
"You-" I fumbled, "Why are you here?"
"I-I." He paused. "It was raining. Harder than before. And my damned horse broke down."
"But surly you were far by then?"
"Yes. But I came back. I wasn't staying anywhere called the "Bates Motel"
"It would've been easier to ride onward and not come all the way back here?"
"I didn't come back here for shelter. I suddenly remembered my rider's licence was suspended."
"Did you forget something?"
He laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "I came back to see if you were well. And to grab my bong."
I should have been touched or besotted but I thought it was very amusing. I laughed at him.
He rolled his eyes and came up sevens. left. I saw Estel by the door shaking his head.
The man grinned, "Who would have thought- Prince Legolas doing something nice for a lady?"
Legolas pushed him and kept on walking. Through my bits of giggling I called, "Thank you!" But he ignored me and went straight to his room.
I discovered two lessons that evening. I learned then, Legolas was my best friend and yes, rain often brought evil consequences, but it could also bring fair deeds covered by foul means.
Sorry all, I can't take anymore tonight. Stay tuned for more mayhem. PS, thanks to all who've been so encouraging during my recent absence...